Sierra Ink Poems🇸🇱: theme: If The Walls Could Talk. by: Sahid Alhaji Kanu Poem by Sahid Alhaji Kanu

If the walls could talk, they'd whisper truths we've buried beneath paint and years,
conversations drowned in silence,
laughter stained with tears.

They'd speak of love once blooming bright, then wilting slow in quiet fights.
Of hands once held, now cold,
withdrawn—of 'forever's that didn't last long.

They've seen the masks we learn to wear, the prayers we murmur into air.
The nights we scream but make no sound, the dreams we build
then break back down.

If the walls could talk,
they'd say our names
with tenderness and weight—
they'd echo moments no one saw,
and truths we hesitate to face.

They'd know the lies,
the near goodbyes,
the promises we faked.
They'd hold our ghosts
and every version
of the hearts we tried to make.

But still they stand,
though worn and scarred—
reminders we are not erased.
If the walls could talk,
they'd say:
You lived, and left a trace.